Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.